Welp, I’m back in the hospital again. I have an obstruction in my smaller intestine that’s probably scar tissue from my surgery two January’s ago. I find out in the morning if I have more surgery. I haven’t eaten or drank anything since lunch on Friday and every other fucking commercial has food in it!

I’m out of the hospital now with no surgery. But apparently there’s a real chance I’ll have to go under the knife a couple of times and maybe start back with chemo or radiation or immune therapy (never heard of that before a couple of days ago). But it’s better than the alternative.

Oh and before I forget, thank you guys for all of the warm sentiments! It sounds kind of silly coming from me, but those actually do help tremendously.

The dutch do not deal in warm sentiments, sir. Just get well soon or I will be very cross with you.

Here's hoping that any further medical meddling will not be necessary, and that your body just needs a few good nights of sleep and some freshly squeezed oranges to turn you back into the pocket-sized Schwarzenegger you used to be.

Phill wrote:Every time we chat, you eat. Every time it is f***ing gouda.

I’m in the hospital again. It was bad. The ER doctor told me my bladder exploded. But I’ve had yet another surgery and I’m mending slowly. I’m not sure he should have said exploded. That’s kinda messing with my head.

Yikes! I'm beginning to think that you and Papa Nurgle don't get along very well. Did you say something mean about his hair? Don't worry your pretty head too much about that "exploded" thing - you're not splattered all over the walls and ceiling, so it was probably just a colourful figure of speech.

Get well soon and STAY well this time, or I'll send Dai your way with a fruit basket full of durrians and broccoli.

Phill wrote:Every time we chat, you eat. Every time it is f***ing gouda.